The days of eating soft rice in London

"Burton! Come and see!" my aunt called out early in the morning.

In her hand she held an old newspaper wrapped in butter, the paper glistening with grease.

"What's the matter?" asked old Burton.

"Come and see, the miners' law has been introduced!" She pointed to the biggest headline in the newspaper, showing Burton the big news she had discovered.

"So what?" Burton was chewing hard on a stale breadstick.Because of working in coal mines all year round, the dust floating in those mines has been buried in the thick pores over time, and there are circles of black spirals printed on the thumbprint of the thumb holding the bread, which can't be washed completely. .

"So what! Don't act like you don't care about anything all day long. The miners' law is introduced, which means that your wages will be raised, idiot!"

"Oh! It says the abolition of the Corn Laws and the promulgation of the Miners' Act, just next month!" My aunt held up the newspaper and laughed happily. "We can live a good life!"

Old Burton ignored her and ate the remaining stick of bread on his own, licking the crumbs from his fingers.

"Huh? Where has your good nephew been these few days?" Aunt Burton suddenly asked about Oscar's whereabouts. "The salary has improved. Why don't you persuade him to work in the mine with you?"

"Don't waste your time," replied Burton. "You know, he's been drawing for a living."

"How do you support yourself!?" My aunt raised her voice, "The boy next door went to America to help people grow tea, but he sent back a lot of money."

Burton sighed, already tired of chattering at her. "He doesn't live here anymore, why do you keep asking him?"

"Are you talking about why I don't have the qualifications to ask him? Before that, he was eating and drinking here for nothing for a year."

Burton was visibly taken aback by the woman's stinginess.He chose to shut up and block her subsequent counterattacks. Burton didn't want to hear his wife's hysterical voice again.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at me?" My aunt put the newspaper back on the table, put her hair on the table as she walked into the back room, and said to herself: "Today I plan to go to the park to see him, Oscar is also honest. Of course, I'm also doing it for his own good, so I should listen to his aunt's little suggestion of making money."

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"Camille, did you hear what I said?" Flora looked at her sister.Although their relationship has been so bad recently because of the new cousin, she still hopes that her sister who grew up with her can open her eyes and see the reality clearly.

Camille's two beautiful little hands were clutching the quilt tightly at this moment. She looked at her mother in disbelief, trying to find out the truth of this matter, but saw that even her mother had a helpless expression on her face.

Her small mouth was tight, and her left eye became more squinted after she widened it too hard, and the black eyeball almost twisted out of the eye socket.

Homosexuality is considered the most immoral and indecent thing in this day and age.Camille attended a lot of private balls, and she clearly knew that male prostitutes dressed in vulgar clothes were now filling the entire upper class in London. Not only that, homosexuality was also prevalent in boys' boarding schools.

But this kind of thing is just disgusting!

how can that be possible?She really couldn't believe that Oscar, that honest poor ghost, still had such abilities.

"So Mom put that man in prison, and he's serving his sentence in the police station." When Flora told this story, Mrs. Morris's face actually had a proud look on her face.Camille only glanced at her mother, but she didn't approve of this behavior in her heart.

Mrs. Morris said: "For the time being, we will pretend that we don't know anything. Louis is still young. Most of the men are just playing on a whim. Who will really marry a man? Don't he want an heir? Is it? Anyway, I have a way to make Louis choose the two of you in the end." The old woman who thought she was experienced in relationships patted the back of Flora's hand, signaling her to relax a bit.

On the contrary, Camille still maintained the tense state just now, as if she was thinking about something.

At this moment, the senior servant knocked on Miss Camille's door——

"Ma'am, Mr. Lewis is back."

The author has something to say: Today is still a short update.

Recently, there is a qualification certificate to be tested, and tomorrow morning there is an audition for the humanities knowledge competition, and the normal word count will be restored after the test.

The competition was not prepared in advance. Although it is a history major, its historical achievements are hard to describe.

Hee hee hee hee, I am ready to die.

Goodnight everybody!

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